After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Although it's hard to sum him up in one word - he was a powerful man, very dazzling."

Ella narrowed her eyes when she heard this.

As expected, no, Ames' words were not directed at her enemies or those who were hostile to her.

The Templars around, except for Garlas, all had confused expressions on their faces.

I guess no one can understand Ames's true intentions.

Of course, while showing respect to one's enemies is respectful, few people do the same to their heralds.

Moreover, the other party happened to be a person who was convicted of a great evil, so Ames's words were suspicious no matter what.

Having said that, no one wanted to interfere with his conversation with the saint.

In this situation, a sense of certainty seemed to emerge in Ella's heart.

——Aimes Castina did not harbor any resentment towards Murphy. Instead, she harbored another annoying emotion.

Something ominous seemed to overflow from Ella's lips, but she quickly swallowed it, and a beautiful smile appeared on her cheeks.

Just then, Garlas' voice sounded in her ears.

"I see, that's the Giant's Bed? Wow, this place is pretty good!"

The ancient building was revealed in the cracks of the snow.

That is the place where stories are told about how the giants were beheaded by the Lord God Artius and then put into eternal sleep.

This is a section of the mythological era that still retains its traces today.

Chapter 11 Oozing Mud

The lips lightly coated with oil twisted violently, and a word escaped from her, a voice that even Murphy herself felt was a little weak.

"Altis, this is the last place we can go back to, what do you think?"

With the rustling sound of stepping on the snow, we finally reached the halfway point of Flimsrath.

She said this under a sky so cold that the wind could easily peel off your skin.

"——So, I don't claim to be Eltis, you see. I'm just a traveling spirit."

Standing next to Murphy, Eltis, with her winter hat tilted slightly, no, the traveling elf's lips trembled slightly.

Could he be serious? Actually, a playful glint appeared in Eltis's blue eyes, and her expression gave off a pleasant vibe.

That voice and expression were far different from what Eltis displayed as the Elf Queen. She was completely different from her usual self.

No, maybe this was her real expression.

The cold wind brushed against my cheeks. Even though it was just that, my cheeks felt painful as if they were bitten by a small insect.

Murphy narrowed her eyes and moved her lips slightly.

"Once you step into territory that doesn't belong to you, bad things usually happen. This is a common occurrence in mythology."

Eldis grasped her hat with her slender fingers, gently brushed away her eye-colored hair, and spoke.

"My territory is only in the forest. Who stipulated this? And if that's the case, your territory should be next to the master. Why is it in the mountains like this?"

Altis raised his face and stared at Murphy intently, looking so naughty.

Murphy exhaled, and the breath immediately turned white and then drifted into the air with the wind.

In the process of fulfilling her duties as queen, Eltis seemed to have become quite eloquent.

Unlike when she was in the tower, her words and expressions had become particularly clever now, and any rash conversation would likely result in severe retaliation.

Moreover, they had already crossed the center of the Flimsrat Mountains. If she were allowed to return alone from here and ended up getting killed somewhere, she would probably never be able to drink in peace again.

Of course, that kind of thing would never happen to Eltis, but it was not sensible to let the elves act alone in the snowy mountains.

They are called elves, people of the forest, but this does not mean that they can set up camp anywhere as long as there are trees. Rather, their settlements are limited to a very small area.

They prefer places with less climate change, warmth and stability, and areas that are isolated from the surrounding world.

In this sense, the Hanging Garden of Gasalia is indeed suitable as the kingdom of elves.

It can be said that the elves are a race that is good at maintaining the status quo.

The body, the voice, the mind, even the way you live—all of this rarely changes throughout your life.

They can believe in only one thing and accomplish only one thing in their lives that can last for hundreds of years.

Because of this, elves particularly hate the concept of change and cannot tolerate it.

This is probably why the elves don't like the human race that much.

Human bodies and voices change quickly, thoughts and lifestyles change in a single day, all of which are impossible for elves.

This is what the elves think of humans - what a fickle bunch, impossible to communicate with.

But humans think the other way around - what a stubborn bunch of guys! Decades have passed, why can't they even change an idea?

Ultimately, elves and humans only share the same language, but their natures may be completely incomprehensible to each other.

In any case, for those who extremely hate change, this severe cold that penetrates their skin and tightens their bodies is like a fang-like threat, and they will feel numb as long as they stay where they are.

No matter how they change their clothes, they are essentially unable to cope with things that change, especially if they live in a place with extremely cold weather from the beginning.

Now, the profile of Eltis has also become a little paler.

At some point, Altis's slender fingers held Murphy's hand. Although they were both wearing gloves, he knew that her fingertips were as cold as ice sculptures.

For a moment, Murphy narrowed his eyes and gently squeezed her hand.

"...After all, it's a giant's bed, so it's only natural that it doesn't get along with elves."

Frodo said this while brushing away the snowflakes tangled in her black hair with her fingers.

Perhaps to move more easily in the snow, she tied her hair up, and the aura around her was different from usual.

Frodo is from the East, and although she is not very cold-resistant, her complexion is much better than Eltis's.

In response to Frodo's words, Eltis replied as if trying to blow them away.

"Giants were once the masters of the elves, a story we all remember long ago. So, monsters were once predators of humans, too. Change is what you're best at, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the black and green eyes crossed for a moment, releasing a slightly dangerous atmosphere, and then turned away.

Seeing this, Murphy couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Although I don't quite understand it, it seems that Frodo and Eldis don't bite each other very well.

Similar things have been happening occasionally since just now. Could it be that the true nature of magic researchers and spirit magic researchers is revealed here?

At least before, neither of them had shown such an attitude.

However, speaking of it, during that trip, Eltis seemed somewhat delirious, seemed quite irrational, and had almost no communication with humans.

Because of this, it might not be surprising if her current appearance and the way she interacts with people have changed.

Moreover, Eltis was not the only one who changed. Whether it was Frodo who was approaching here, or Filia who was shaking her silver hair in front, they all changed.

Everyone seemed to have lost something in their spirit, and their appearance had changed a long time ago.

While the essentials remain the same, there are undeniable changes.

Whether this change is good or bad, Murphy, who is not a god, cannot understand. After all, he has neither the vision to look into the future nor the power to judge things, so there is nothing he can do about it.

But it was true that everyone had changed, including himself.

At least that's what Murphy believed, and he decided that he would never be trapped in the awkward situation of giving up and waiting as before.

So, his eyes naturally caught them, and Filia's silver eyes, which always looked forward, turned instantly. Although Frodo and Eldis didn't get along very well, they still talked to each other for a few words.

If you only look at the present situation, you can't find any trace of the past. Murphy even wonders if everything in the past was just a bubble?

However, even so, when Murphy was with them, he would still think of the past. As long as he closed his eyes for a moment, those days at that time would be vividly portrayed.

He had nothing at that time. Even if he stretched out his hand to look forward to something, he couldn't even touch it with his fingertips.

Unconsciously, Murphy felt a green flame burning slightly in the corners of his eyes, and heat was coming out from the back of his internal organs.

This is an emotion that cannot be summed up in one sentence, but it is obvious that this is the past, and this is the proof that the legacy left by the past still exists in our hearts.

Feliya Reinhard, Vlado Volgograd, and Eltis, these people whom he had longed for, and whom he had always looked away from, now extended a helping hand to him.

Despite this, my consciousness is still immersed in the journey of the past, which is really unreasonable.

Sure enough, this thing was so terrifying in the past that even if you added paint to it, it would turn into ugly mud and crawl out from the depths of your brain, turning into pale hands and reaching out, as if saying that it would not let you shake it off.

In this case, we must expose it in broad daylight and then move past it.

If you want to sit shoulder to shoulder with famous heroes, you have to overcome things of this level no matter what.

There is no doubt that my childhood sweetheart would say the same thing.

In Gazalia, he cut off the heads of rats, in Belphein, he cut off the feet of cowards, and then he trampled down his past self on the plains of Shanio.

Then, there is only one left.

Put an end to the past journey - the journey of salvation.

This is the only way to do it.

Isn't it clear now? Even if you can find peace and comfort by avoiding the past, it's not a good thing.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to hold Ella's hand.

The sword at his waist suddenly made a painful sound.

In front of the view, the decayed large temple, one of the past travel destinations, is located here.

Chapter 12: Great Temple of Flimsrath

In Flimsrath, amidst the rugged, natural mountains, lie several decayed ruins.

The largest of these buildings, known as the Temple in the Cathedral, is also known as the Relic of the Age of the Gods. This is the Great Temple in Flimsrath.

What was its purpose, and who used it? Or was it simply a temple built to commemorate something? That remains unanswered.

Regarding these issues, there is a theory that the power of Artius, the former main god and mother of the only god Cassia, reached this point.

Some scholars believe that these are just temples of foreign gods of local tribes, while others believe that these temples were built to suppress the giants who once looked down on the earth.

Although there are many theories, it is certain that this great temple is a legacy from the mythological era and was once managed by the Cathedral.

However, due to the inconvenience of the address and administrative difficulties, priests were no longer sent here since some time ago.

However, since the destination of this revelation points to this great temple, sooner or later the priests will regard it as a holy place.

The so-called revelation, for the Cathedral, is like the voice of the only God Cassia.

Once it falls upon a person, the priests will try their best to explain it, and those in power will repeatedly ponder it, and it will eventually become a tool of political struggle.

It is not uncommon for factions to form and wars to break out around a single sentence.

Fortunately, the current Pope did not allow such a thing to happen, but this revelation will probably cause many people to stir again.

Garlas showed a look of disgust and slung his beloved red spear over his shoulder.

Those eyes looked at the blonde hair ahead.

"Aimees, how is Miss Diva doing? I hope she's in a good mood."

Those words always felt like nagging, and for a knight's choice of words, the sentences were a bit sloppy and very impolite.

But Aimee Castina didn't seem to mind his behavior, her blonde hair flying in the air.

"I think it should be good, but he doesn't talk much, probably because of the cold wind."

This was a calm answer, without any emotion or embellishment. Garlas shrugged, nodded, and blinked.

Garlas thought that although he was not in a position to comment on other people's affairs, he still felt that the young man named Aimee Castina was a weirdo.

His old friend Buckingham, that difficult guy, praised him highly, and since he was allowed to travel with the saint, his future must be bright. He was probably a typical cathedral believer.

However, after meeting him, looking at his expression and that distinctive single eye, I realized that he was completely different from what I had imagined.

Garlas's impression of Aimee was that while his face wore an expression of integrity, there was something completely different hidden within it.

Take what I just said, for example. Generally speaking, when ordinary people see a saint, they will feel happy, their reports will become very flowery, and their expressions and words will be as exaggerated as possible.

At least, that's how the other Templars behaved whenever they had a brief conversation with the Saint.

While feeling awe, one cannot help but have reverence for the Saint. This is the kind of existence the Cathedral believers hold.